whoever you turn out to be

Luke Combs

A hand-me-down F150 might not be the tank you empty
Burnin gasoline, the day you turn sixteen
And just because dusty boots
and camouflage are in your roots
Don t mean you ever gotta wear em
If that ain t you, I don t care

Yeah, I used to love to sling
that dirt up down them rural routes
But God might have a different map-dot
plan for you mapped out

So what if you don t stick around
this little town that raised ya
So what if you don t cut your teeth
on Jr. , Jones, and Waylon
Now it might work out
that you don t turn out anything like me
But I ll love whoever you turn out to be

What if you picked up a canvas
and you just up and single-handed
Painted scenes the world ain t ever seen?
Or maybe you were made for somethin me
and your mama don t see comin
You ain t gotta know right now
you got your whole life to figure it out

You might choose a simple life
raise some kids and settle down
But you ain t gotta change the world
to make your daddy proud

So what if you don t stick around
this little town that raised ya
So what if you won t bait a hook even if it paid ya
Now it might work out
that you don t turn out anything like me
But I ll love whoever you turn out to be

So what if you don t stick around
this little town that raised ya
You ll always have your spot at Sunday supper
that we saved ya
Now it might work out
that you don t turn out anything like me
But I ll love whoever you turn out to be